There's this annoying Cybertruck with this custom paint job that parks on my street sometimes. Usually does quite a poor job of it.

I see it also parked in an empty lot next to a little shopping center a few miles away.

We were having a neighborhood gathering and somebody brought it up, wondering whose it was.

It belongs to the boyfriend of the daughter of one of the neighbors who doesn't socialize with the rest of us. Turns out he owns a barbershop in the plaza, but it's too big to fit on any of the parking spots so he parks it in the empty lot next door.

Anyways a couple months later and I'm in physical therapy (sciatica hit me real hard), and I overhear this older guy a few tables down, talking to the PTA. Real loud, hard to not overhear. Total boomer energy.

He talked about his son having gotten a cybertruck, and put a bunch of money into it with custom paint and whatnot...and so I butt in..."is your son a barber?".

Sure enough, he is. It's his dad.

Does this make me a townie? This feels like a townie kind of story.